When he was full of food and drink, Craig shook Andy's hand and sincerely suggested that he consider his wishes, and offered Andy that if he had time, he could help Galen, the craftsman of Blackfoot, to help Andy increase his reputation in Blackfoot Village.

Pip-boy pops up a prompt.

[Hint: Your reputation in Blackfoot Village has increased]

[The current level is: Acceptance]

.....

By the time the sun was up the next day, Andy got up bored.

Since Craig had given a clue, it would be better to take a look for himself, so he inquired all the way to the east.

According to the villagers, the blacksmith of Blackfoot Village, Galen, lives in a small house in the east, which seems to have been the former residence of Blackfoot Village, as many villagers call it the "Old Village".

Andy walked east for a while before finally arriving at his destination.

It's close to the east slope and the terrain starts to get rugged, with hills and caves or strange shafts.

The reason for this strange is that many of these shafts or caves have ancient traces of being sealed, but it seems that they have been destroyed later.

Andy walked over to what appeared to be a reinforced shaft, which still had some old marks left nearby.

"West Mountain... Mine...."

There were some voices behind him, and Andy looked back to see that it was a group of natives carrying some large bags and small wraps all the way to the east.

He hurried over to ask for directions.

"Hey! Hello, I would like to ask how to get to Galen's home? ”

The natives smiled at each other, and several of them recognized Andy as the honored guest who had eaten with Craig before, and immediately greeted him warmly.

"We're going to Galen's house, you just have to follow us."

So the group continued all the way to the east.

On the way, Andy couldn't help but start asking questions.

"What are you carrying?"

The leading natives tapped the hemp bag he was carrying, making a dull noise.

"It's all garbage, it's all metal that we've found from all over the outside. It's useless to throw these things there, but if we send them to Galen's house, he'll have a way to turn them all into useful things and make the weapons we need. ”

Andy walked the road that was getting more and more difficult to walk, and he couldn't help but muttered in his heart as he watched the front become more and more desolate because he began to move away from Blackfoot Village.

"Is there anyone else living in front of you besides Galen? I heard that it was an old village, why did you go there before? ”

The leading native still responded enthusiastically to Andy's question.

"Of course, there are still people living there, but they are all people who help Galen, and there aren't many left. The previous location of our village was indeed over there, as it was closer to the water source, and there were also forges and other caves where things could be stored. But over time, our population began to grow. We need more space and more fertile land, and it's no longer habitable. ”

After walking for half an hour, the leading natives pointed to some dilapidated wooden houses scattered among the mountains in the distance.

"You see those, right? Those are the first wooden houses we lived in, and they have not been repaired much since they were abandoned, and many of them have not dared to live at all...."

After walking for more than ten minutes, the group arrived at a medium-sized wooden house, which was obviously inhabited, and Andy could see from the window that there were some things that were suspected to be carpenter's tools.

The leading natives shouted.

"Galen! We're here to deliver something! ”

After a while, the door of the hut opened, and a short, stocky old man with a white beard stepped out of it, his muscles angular and angular.

"Hey... You fucking bunnies all day looking for fucking things for me to do, what a fucking underwhelming..."

The white-bearded old man was not amazing, but his mouth was dirty, and a series of foul words hit the eardrums of everyone present without reservation, and he gave Andy a disgrace at that time.

The leading natives smiled awkwardly.

"Galen, that's not what we meant, Chief Craig says we need more weapons...."

A hammer spun and flew over, choking Andy.

"Don't talk nonsense there, that bastard Craig knows how to rush and urge all day long, how can I be busy alone? Why don't you all leave me alone? If you don't want to, get out of here! ”

The natives dodged the hammer and were insensitive to the old man's advice.

"No, no, we'll put all this metal in the house for you, and we'll go."

After the natives fled in embarrassment, the old man looked at Andy, who did not follow him, with some surprise on his face.

"Huh? What's the matter with you kid? ”

Andy hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to look for a way to further increase his reputation from this old man.

"Galen.... I heard you're a master craftsman in Blackfoot Village? ”

The old man blew his beard and went to the front to pick up the hammer he had thrown out.

"What a great craftsman, I'm a weapon maker.... What exactly do you want to do? Hurry up! ”

The corners of Andy's mouth twitched...

"Craig told me, you probably need some help... So I came over and had a look. ”

Galen's eyes widened, and he blew on his white beard.

"It's really fucking the sun hitting the west side, and that fucking Craig bastard knows it's for the sake of the fuck?"

The white-bearded old man threw the hammer behind him, and dragged a stool to sit down.

"I don't have a second stool here, so you're going to just stand.... Since Craig called you over, I guess he didn't have any good intentions..."

Andy looked left and right, the old white-bearded man's home was basically a material warehouse and a processing workshop, and he could see some spears and machetes being sharpened there, and some unfinished bows and arrows hanging on the walls.

"What do you mean by that Galen? Do you have any difficulties here? ”

Galen chuckled.

"What's the difficulty?"

He stretched out his arm and walked around it casually.

"I'll tell you, you outsiders don't know what's going on with me, it's a manual job for me, and the environment is still very bad, and there used to be at least a bunch of people helping me work, but then one or two of them all ran away, and in the end I was the only one left. I asked Craig to find some slaves to come and help me with the work, and he excused himself from what there were not enough slaves and what he couldn't get the slaves to learn the craft of blacksmithing. Well, that's how efficient I am anyway. ”

Then, he looked at Andy defiantly.

"How's that, boy? You help me with a month's work, handle this fucking request from Craig, and I'll teach you something good to say. If you can't stand it and run away, then never appear in front of me again. ”